Gucci Mane - Invoices lyrics

[Intro] Wop (d.a. got that dope) Huh [Chorus] Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (Brr) Ballin' with the clique (Ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (Go) Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your b*tch, dawg (Wop) And when you see my b*tch (Woo), you gon' cut your b*tch off Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off Ballin' with the clique, it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff Gucci to the kicks (Gucci), so you should watch your b*tch, dawg And when you see my b*tch, you gon' cut your b*tch off [Verse 1] What a good feelin' when you know that you're thuggin' (Wop) Whipping up the ****, and you know they gon' love it (Wop) Slow motion on the oven while it's smokin' and bubblin' Selling bags of the **** like the back of the Publix Shawty thicker than a muffin, wanna fu*k up a budget All these hundreds in my pocket, had to throw her a hundred Throwin' money 'til you vomit, got 'em sick to their stomach (I love it) Red coupe, banana clip 'cause these ni**as is monkey [Chorus] Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (Brr) Ballin' with the clique (Ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (Go) Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your b*tch, dawg (Wop) And when you see my b*tch (Woo), you gon' cut your b*tch off [Verse 2] Green fur, red carpet, don't play for Boston (Gucci) Went to Rome twice and they gave me an office (Bongiorno) City on my back so long, that sh*t got exhausting (It's hard) Sold the game to you and I charge you a bargain (Ch-ching) Lemonade coupe, man, this sh*t color margarine (Coupe) On MLK Drive, chance me flushing, ain't promising (A dream) Lookin' like a lick, make my b*tch catch a crush again (She crushin') It's Woptober II and Guwop got that rush again (I'm rushin') [Chorus] Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (Brr) Ballin' with the clique (Ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (Go) Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your b*tch, dawg (Wop) And when you see my b*tch (Woo), you gon' cut your b*tch off Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (Brr) Ballin' with the clique (Ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (Go) Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your b*tch, dawg (Wop) And when you see my b*tch (Woo), you gon' cut your b*tch off